Rancher's Deadly Reunion
The prodigal cowgirl returns home…and straight into dangerWhen Piper McCall heads home, she runs smack into ranch hand Brady Summers, the man she left behind. Years later, the sparks between them burn as brightly as ever, but dark secrets linger.And when Piper’s life is threatened, neither she nor Brady will ever be the same again.
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The prodigal cowgirl returns home...and straight into danger
Introducing the McCall Adventure Ranch miniseries!
When Piper McCall heads home, she runs smack into ranch hand Brady Summers, the man she left behind. Years later, the sparks between them burn as brightly as ever, but dark secretsâlike the identity of his orphaned nephewâlinger. And when Piperâs life is threatened, neither she nor Brady will ever be the same again.
BETH CORNELISON began working in public relations before pursuing her love of writing romance. She has won numerous honors for her work, including a nomination for the RWA RITA® Award for The Christmas Stranger. She enjoys featuring her cats (or friendsâ pets) in her stories and always has another book in the pipeline! She currently lives in Louisiana with her husband, one son and three spoiled cats. Contact her via her website, bethcornelison.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07941-9
RANCHERâS DEADLY REUNION
© 2018 Beth Cornelison
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To Jefferyâyou make me proud every day!
All my love, Mom.
Contents
Boyd Valley, Colorado
The loud, frantic pounding on the front door at 1:00 a.m. boded ill. Pam Summers belted her bathrobe around her and started for the door. Her husband followed at a slower, groggier pace, while their four-month-old yellow Lab gamboled around the foyer and barked excitedly. When Pam looked through the peephole and saw who was there, she gasped at the young manâs beleaguered appearance and snatched open the door.
âBrady? What are you doing here?â Pam studied her brother-in-lawâs disheveled clothes, slumped shoulders and bloodshot eyes with concern. His showing up on their doorstep at this late hour was unusual enough to elicit worry, but his appearance as he stood on their stoop spiked her distress through the roof. She clutched the lapels of her terry-cloth robe closed near her throat. âWhat is it? Whatâs wrong?â
She heard her husband, Scott, walk up behind her, his slippers scuffing on the hardwood floor of the foyer. âHey, little brother, whatâsâDamn! You look like hell.â
âCan I come in?â Brady asked, his voice as rough as gravel.
Nerves jangling, Pam opened the door wider to let Brady into their Boyd Valley, Colorado, home. Kip, the puppy, ran out to the yard, while a warm, late-August breeze, redolent with the scents of cut grass and summer rain, followed Brady in. As for her brother-in-law, Brady reeked of beer and something harder.
âIs it Dad? Has something happened to Dad?â Scott asked as his brother staggered to the couch and dropped heavily onto the cushions.
âNah, the old manâs fine.â Brady scrubbed a hand over his bleary face.
